Sarah opened the door and stopped in horror! Everybody was gone. She had been left.
Yesterday an EP Leader left a message.
“Arrangements made. Exact time unknown. Be prepared. You will have six minutes to meet Escape Patrol behind lilac hedge at Fifth Lane.”
She remembered dad’s words.
“Remember we must be ready,” he had said.
“But I’m out of ciggies. I’ll only be about 20 minutes. See you in a bit,” she had called back.
She crumbled in tears as she felt the hand of a uniformed man. She turned. She had nothing to offer except a carton of cigarettes.
Friday Fictioneers Challenge one hundred word story from picture prompt.
Image: Photo Prompt @ A. Noni Mouse
Challenge by https://rochellewisoff.com/
About oneta hayes
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
Sometimes a carton can buy your way out of trouble
A possibility for Sarah. We might as well be optimistic and say it worked. 😀
If everyone else has gone , my thoughts spiral you can’t catch them up by selling stuff.
She can use them to bribe someone to help her escape also – maybe. However, it is not likely that she will meet up with her family. My advice is to stay prepared.
One way or another, cigarettes will kill you!
Yep. Or else someone else smoking her carton give her a chance to break the addiction. Then the ciggies can kill someone else. Now that is a fancy story ending. 😀
An ending with an unexpected twist! 🙂
Clearly, she didn’t understand the gravity of the situation.
Like so many who ignore warning now-a-days. Since I’m only spinning a story, shall I give her another chance? 😀
Poor girl – I remember how important a pack of ciggies seemed back in my smoking days!
Thanks from your voice of experience. Sounds like you knocked the habit. Congratulations.
I guess addictions always land you in trouble. Very unique take on the prompt!
Hi, first off let me say I visited your blog and read some FF. They are fantastic. Thanks for your kind comment.
Thanks Oneta, that’s very kind of you ♥
Smiling at you.